Monthly Archives: October 2018

See how it trips off the tongue when the light flows back and the colours start to run and who we are began with the starting gun bang and we run once again. Then we age the bladder leaks the pages turn yellow but nobody likes to hear such things, well fuk ’em life sings…

Those were the shadows I came across, the guru weighed me off as a dead loss, but Kathmandu saw the real me seeing you for the first time. Not enough time for the mountains we knew how to climb so marking time by the peanuts that stacked up in the bar room we talked of…

The first to know the last to go I feel for them stars filled with helium wallflowers on the ceiling of life. That’s nothing to do with the way I get through the maze of my days every blind bend sends me screaming around each twist and turn watching myself as I burn out. On…

There’s a minus sign to remind us time is taken away. I have a grandstand view watching you fight against the inevitable, it’s incredible the lengths you will go to to pull through as the second hand tries to pull you through to midnight. And there’s a light in your eyes where everything ties in,…

Let me drink from your chalice of poison fill my lungs with the breath of the night hold you until Armageddon when the rapture becomes the dawn light. The evening sucks shadows from subways on the road to the end of my stay and my failures are sealed in the lips that once healed with…

We all know that as Sunday’s go this one is no different and will go the way of the rest, the congregation who wait for their salvation have done so for years, but that’s a faith thing. I believe in coffee beans as a means to my recovery and in case you’re interested have never…

Are you like me and still waiting for the punch line and at about lunch time on the third day when you realise that there’s no way anything’s happening you give up? I thought that anti climax was put on drainpipes to stop kids and cats climbing them haha some men eh! things change because…

For what little good life does for me I may as well be plugged into the electricity switching the wires and getting it free, don’t tell the L.E.B. Feels like I’m boxing with shadows with rocks in my head, feet formed from clay and somewhere it’s Saturday the knock out drop. it will stop it…

He’s Coughing Choking think that man should give up smoking. Someone tagged the door Isn’t that against the law? There are those wearing ‘High Visibility’ there are those full of misery such fun on the jubilee. It’s painkiller quick, but it makes me feel sick when i look at the price I must pay. Commuting…

I’m getting a lottery ticket picking six numbers I believe that I’ll win it. Dream on John, but he woke and the world carried on. Friday, a one eyed, hog tied couldn’t make it, but I tried day and we all know what that feels like…

Outside the doors of eternity where time laughs at itself upon seeing the absurdity of man making plans for the future. I hear sounds from the cloakroom which I hoped not to imagine but the picture lingers long in my mind. There’s a saving grace if you can face it, if you’ve never lived life…

Eyes shot hair’s in a mess why is it so that regaining consciousness comes with a price? in migration mode I hit the road which as you can see is a violent side to me. Life and or living we have or we throw it away, I could easily ‘etch-a-sketch’ a prize giving day for…

The curiosity looks too much like me ‘to be or not to be’ a coincidence. It creeps suspiciously silently, it is almost next to me and the curiosity frightens me. Even when I count to ten close my eyes and open them it’s still there. and more than curiously its eyes are not on me…

It never bothers us in the least that three wise men travelled in from the East to see a homeless one the one they called the son of man It’s not new and it’s not ‘Old hat’ it is what it is no more than that, But we never learn we still turn people out…

Thoughts becoming actions turn into deeds, one reads of such things, the words that take wings to fly beyond the supposed boundary of the ‘who and what am I?’ and what if I am the distant descendant of some Neanderthal man? did he not love too? then who I am is where I am and and…

Here I am not ‘three men in a boat’ but three men in one man, him and I and me fit in very comfortably not so innuendo no deity just me and I with him inside my skin. Be as it may odd ideas will have their day ask him, he knows me and I…

What I failed to understand is how much a hand you had in this, the many times I almost did, but never, not very bright or clever and still I kick against it involved too much in it too close to see it and too far away to enjoy it and yet aware of it…

Take a look into the chasm, wake, a spasm, stretch and it will go, but we know there is a void build a bridge cross into the kitchen raid the fridge make your own way back to where it started from, stuff your face pull back the curtains, Irish lace see a brick wall no…

‘brickin it’ but still in the thick of it getting sick of it time to go fishin’. Mississippi. it’s Tom and I because Tom always gets top billing but I’m willing to bet he’d swop. Sunday rode in on a white horse pale and drawn before dawn, dismounted counted the hours until dusk…